THE ORIGINAL SANCTUARY OF GOD

The Original Sanctuary of God

The ever so gentle tropical breeze slowly picks up

And causes the palm fronds to stir noisily awake.

Morning is arriving with a crispness and a clarity

That overwhelms my soul as I watch the sun rise up.

I can hear the mullet jumping in the bayou as I slowly

Make my rounds along it’s shoreline that is guarded

By majestic old oak trees that are adorned with moss.

Flocks of butterflies perform delicate maneuvers as

The blueness of the sky increases it’s intensity threefold.

The last traces of dew on the grass cause the sun’s light

To be reflected upward in wonderful and unique patterns.

Baby crabs by the dozens are sunning themselves on the

Numerous rocks that jet up out of the water - cautiously.

As the tide starts to rise the sound of the small inland

Waves become a symphony to my heart and I am refreshed.

The sound of seagulls in the distance as they vigilantly search

For their morning meal makes me ever so glad to be alive.

I’m happily content that I am allowed to experience all that

God has to offer and that I can enjoy his immense blessings.

Extreme thankfulness fills my soul as I continue on my

Morning passage through the original sanctuary of God.

Author: TOM DIFRANCESCA III